Just after making the payment successfully, and before she could rejoice, a message came through on VChat—
[Darling, the training results are exceptionally good!]
Arabella Vanderbilt smiled and typed a reply—
[You're the best!]
Ten seconds later—
[I'm now planning to formally start preparing for the costumes! It's time to showcase my true skills!]
Arabella Vanderbilt—
[OK, got it! I'm all set!]
After that, she put down the phone, leaned against the sofa, her slender and fair fingers gently sliding along her jaw, her eyes lively in their sockets; finally, she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into just a faint smile.
Joel Russo came out of the kitchen, just in time to catch her expression at that moment.
His dark eyes reflected a hint of helpless yet indulgent smile.
This woman, what is she thinking about?
Always having countless little ideas.
"What are you thinking about now?"
Arabella Vanderbilt looked up at the tall and handsome man as he walked towards her.
